Contest: (n) a race, conflict, or other competition between rivals, as for a prize.
I have been accumulating definitions, perusing the Internet and overhearing conversations, speeches and diatribes.
I have discovered that there are many explanations offered for life. Maybe perspectives would be a better term.
For instance, some folks say, “Life is a journey.” My difficulty with that particular comparison is that life requires us to stop and start so often that it rarely settles on a destination, but rather, requires that we develop an enjoyment of enjoyment of the jerky jaunt.
How about this? “Life is a race.” That would require everyone to be in shape to run it. Looked around lately?
The more optimistic individuals insist that “life is a blessing.” I am suspicious of those who are seeking favor from a Universe in which they appear to barely be specks.
On the other hand, life is not a curse. “It rains on the just, the unjust” and occasionally even in the desert.
So—is life a contest? And if it is, who would be the opponent? Problems? Other people? Or are we a contestant, battling our own uncertain character?
I have discovered, after all of my accumulation, that “life is a set of breathing lungs.”
So enjoy the journey.
Race if you want to.
Be surprised over the blessings.
Laugh at the curses.
And stop contesting the things that come your way.